Chapter 638 The Taste of Home
The soup is drinkable, but not particularly delicious.
There was no cooked cabbage in the small half bowl Jiang Feng drank. There was only one slice of pork belly. A lot of diced beef sank at the bottom. The minced onions had merged with the tomato dices and it was difficult to see and taste them. It would only make people feel uncomfortable. There was a vague onion flavor that was masked by the strong tomato sauce flavor.
Because Jiang Weng added a lot of tomato paste, the color of the soup is like the color of borscht, and the taste is a bit like borscht, but as long as you take a few sips, you will find that the borscht is completely different.
There is an indescribable strange smell, and at the same time there is an indescribable deliciousness.
This bowl of soup can bring warmth to people, and this warmth is not just brought by the temperature. From the moment you enter the mouth, the soup enters the mouth, travels through the esophagus, and finally reaches the stomach. The warm feeling follows the flow of the soup and flows into the stomach, spreading to the limbs and the whole body.
After finishing a small bowl of soup, Jiang Feng felt warm all over his body, as if he was being illuminated by the warm afternoon sun. He felt very comfortable, as if he was lying down and closing his head on the sun-drenched lawn instead of in the cafeteria. Eyes nourishing.
"How's it going?" Jiang Weisheng looked forward to it.
"It tastes good. I feel warm all over my body after drinking it." Jiang Feng told the truth and only made a few small modifications.
Hearing Jiang Feng say this, Jiang Weili was immediately overjoyed. If Xiao Benben hadn't been around, he would have wanted to write down the time, place, person, and what Jiang Feng had just said on the spot.
"I'm calling to ask my wife if Master is still walking down there. The sun is so nice today and Master may not have gone back yet." Jiang Weisheng said and took out his mobile phone to call Zhang Li.
After learning that Jiang Weiming was still basking in the sun below, Jiang Weiming rummaged through the cabinet to find a large bowl filled with half a bowl of soup, then took an iron spoon and carried the bowl to deliver soup to Jiang Weiming.
Jiang Feng had never seen a similar model of that bowl in the canteen before. Jiang Wengshi probably bought it himself and put it in the cabinet to save trouble. The reason why it was hidden there was probably because he was afraid that others would take it by mistake.
As soon as Jiang Weisheng left, there was no one else in the small kitchen. Jiang Feng walked to the door and took a look. The administrator was not there either, so he relaxed and clicked on the properties panel to see what Jiang Weisheng's recipes were.
A new character lit up in the menu bar.
Ginger Health (1/1)
【Strange-tasting soup Grade B】
Producer: Jiang Health
Dish details: This is a magical soup full of imperfections, but also full of emotion. The wonderful combination of ingredients, simple and rough cooking techniques, and the extremely precious and strong emotions contained in it constitute this strange soup with sour, sweet and bitter flavors that is not only the taste of life, but also the taste of life. The sweetness comes from the happiness of the family, the sourness comes from the concern for the family, and the bitterness comes from the worry for the loved ones. This is a dish that is born and beautiful because of family. It will also be one of the dishes that the producer is most proud of in his life. You can get a warm feeling within two hours after eating it. (If there are blood relatives within four generations at the same table, the feeling of warmth will be slightly improved.)
There is no limit to the number of times this dish can be made.
Friendly reminder: The original producer produces better results.
This is a strange-flavored soup, not a hundred-flavored soup. The hundred-flavored soup belongs to Jiang Weiming, and the strange-flavored soup belongs to Jiang Weiming.
Jiang Feng was a little stunned when he looked at the details of the dishes.
This was the first time he had seen the details of such a long and special dish, and the taste was not emotional enough. Jiang Weili relied on his rich and positive emotions to make this dish a B grade.
There is still more than half of the pot of soup in the pot, which is steaming and exuding a fragrance that is like borscht but not borscht.
Before tasting this pot of soup, the first thing Jiang Feng thought of when he smelled the smell was definitely borscht, but after tasting the taste, the first thing Jiang Feng thought of was the warmth that filled his body.
If I were to use Wang Hao's tone to describe it in an exaggerated way, it would be the feeling of being wrapped in the sun.
The sun shines all over the body, blending into the blood, making it warm and comfortable.
Jiang Feng thought for a moment, then picked up the bowl from which he had just drank soup and scooped out another full bowl. He drank the soup in small sips from the bowl and ate the meat in large gulps.
Although Jiang Weng's strange soup is not very delicious, it does have a unique flavor when you drink it. There is a kind of magical power that makes you want to drink a second bowl after drinking one bowl. Even if you are full, you still want to taste some more. After drinking today, you still want to drink more tomorrow.
It is completely different from pure meat wontons, they are two extremes.
While Jiang Feng was still drinking soup in the kitchen, Jiang Weiming had already brought the soup to Jiang Weiming.
The sun is shining brightly today. There are a large number of elderly patients walking, chatting and sunbathing downstairs. There is no shortage of family members of patients bringing water and fruits. Jiang Weili is the first to come directly with a bowl of hot soup.
The elderly patient who was still praising Jiang Weiming for his filial son who just gave him an apple suddenly felt that his son was no longer so filial, and the apple in his hand no longer smelled good.
Jiang Wei's bowl of soup is much more fragrant than apples.
The elderly patient said he also wanted to drink it, the kind cooked by his own son.
Former filial son:?
"Master, we really don't have any ingredients, and I don't know what to make for you, so I made you this bowl of hundred-flavor soup." Jiang Weisheng originally wanted to say hundred-flavor soup, but he felt that it was... He couldn't make Jiang Weiming's hundred-flavor soup at his level, so he changed his mind to strange-flavor soup.
Jiang Weiming took the soup and said with a smile: "I have never seen you make such a strange soup before. Is it a recent research?"
"Yeah, I've been thinking about this all this time." Jiang Weili subconsciously began to lie.
Jiang Weiming started to drink soup.
Since he completely lost his sense of taste, eating has become a very mechanical thing. He no longer looks forward to three meals, and no longer comments on each dish as he used to.
Eating and drinking has changed from work and enjoyment to the most basic guarantee for survival. I can't taste it, and the taste has changed from the icing on the cake to the superfluous one.
No one would believe it when I told him that during the period when he lost his sense of taste, what Jiang Weiming wanted to eat most was Jiang Feng's pure meat wontons. He just wanted to try whether pure meat wontons could bring him the same feeling as when he used to eat.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't eat it, as long as he can get the feeling he had when eating, it doesn't matter if it means crying or feeling uncomfortable.
Jiang Weiming started to drink soup.
He found that the sun, which was already setting, suddenly became energetic. The sunlight became strong and warm and comfortable on his body. It was more comfortable than lying on a massage chair for a full-body massage.
Originally, he planned to stay down there for another five or six minutes before going back, but now he just wanted to stay here for a while, preferably until the sun went down.
The sunshine becomes very warm, so warm that you want to close your eyes and enjoy it quietly.
Jiang Weiming felt so comfortable that he closed his eyes.
After opening his eyes, Jiang Weiming realized that there was no sunlight, and the remaining ray of sunlight was blocked by a cloud.
But the warm feeling didn't go away.
Jiang Weiming seemed to realize something, glanced at the soup in his hand and took another sip.
He couldn't taste it, but he was delighted.
Jiang Weiming changed from drinking soup in small gulps to big gulps. After drinking the soup, he did not forget to use a spoon to scoop out all the remaining ingredients in the bowl and eat them clean.
"Hygiene, do you remember what I told you when you asked me what level you had to learn before you could become a teacher?" Jiang Weiming asked.
Of course Jiang Wengsheng remembers: "You said that when I can make the dishes I want to make, I will start my career."
"Then do you still remember what kind of food you want to cook?"
"I want to make dishes that diners will remember just like you, Master." Jiang Wengshi still foolishly thought that this was just a daily Q&A between master and apprentice.
Jiang Weiming smiled gently and said: "Good boy, congratulations, you have finally graduated."
"Ding, the side mission [Jiang Weiming's Wish] is completed, and you will receive the mission reward: [A memory of Jiang Weiming]." (End of this chapter)